Sakura Raindrops

When the aromatic garden of celestial spheres, splatters acrylic herbs, I listen to soft serenades of sakura raindrops, floating along singing sapphires, longing to reach the unseen colors, veiling cherry-blossom skies. I ponder, if I could catch drizzling silhouettes of dancing diamonds, would I then find petrichor tales of forsaken twilight? Perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow, as I am the aesthetic aura of the champagne sun before raspberry rain, chasing butterflies and kaleidoscopic moonstones, rising from the pit of poisoned puddles, where petals of pretense play h i d e and s e e k, luring me into a delicate destruction. Now I swim amidst surging sorrows, finding jade stars~ hidden between tarnished turquoise, allowing trickling jewels of the azure lagoon, to anchor my sunken spirit to an island of unfaltering faith. There, I’ll see beyond blurred blues, the caramelized eyes of a poetic knight, writing sensual sestinas to soothe my sleepless seas, rippling with rhinestone regrets upon rain-soaked shores.